Anyone who knows me well will be aware that I'm a salad fiend. They're my favourite lunch, and my go-to food when I want a lazy dinner. My earliest kitchen memories are of spending, what felt like hours, laying out vegetables that my mother had sliced... In complex fractal like patterns on top of giant bowls of mixed greens, I placed thin rings of tomato, delicate strips of pepper and half-moons of cucumber.
As a kid returning from visits to family in New York, I would always miss the colourful salads served up in cafes and restaurants there. In Dublin, miserable bowls of iceberg lettuce, sliced white onion and cucumber dogged my path to salad heaven. Thankfully, the explosion of the Irish restaurant scene has made delicious salads abundant enough here to please even the most ardent salad lover, and I'm just left craving New York bagels and black and white cookies.